Today, for no particular reason, she had worn what the other girls called a "slut suit." To the consternation of parents and horror of grandparents th... great majority of girls at this school had adopted this style as a surrogate school uniform. The "uniform" consisted of very tight tee tops worn without bras. They were cut off a little below the nipples so the lower slopes of the tits were visible.Skirts were micro-minis, the waistband hung so low that the girls had to keep their snatches. They were bound with ropes behind their arms and a third woman stood in front of them, holding a leather leash that was attached to both of their masks. The third woman was older, but she was so attractive. Just something about her made me crazy. She wore black latex thigh-highs and had a cigarette in between her red lips. Her black robe was open and I could see her big amazing tits. I subconsiously bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. She noticed the gesture, and smiled. "I. .. sinking into her tightness ,,,slowly deeper on every thrust, i held her hips, slowly gliding in and out of her furnace...noting that hubbies fingers still kept her pussy lips pulled apart, almost touching my cock as i thrust deep into his wife, i could feel them pressing into my groin , which was new but interesting , and seemed to be doing the trick for his wife , who pushed her ass out to meet my quickening pace, before stopping for a moment deep inside of her tightness, enjoying that. I eased my way through one row of parked cars followed by another. I felt so bad, so vulnerable. I could not get my mind off of the shoplifting, the security guy and my condition. What a horrible experience. Complete humiliation came over me.But, as I left the parking lot and turned onto the highway; my humiliation began to be replaced by anger, intense anger. True, what I did was horrible, I had shoplifted; but that did not give that big son-of-a-bitch permission to fuck me. He had raped me;.